Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) (12 page)

She screamed and thrashed around as I literally dragged her ass to the dungeon. I don’t think that she realized the predicament that she had put me in. She would damn well get the message by the time that I got done with her though. This time she had gone too far—now she had no choice but to stay here with me—she had breached intelligence. Though I was glad to be able to legally hold her here, it still didn’t change the fact that she had blatantly disobeyed me and she was going to be disciplined. She would never forget this night—never!

I strapped her to the St Andrews cross and she was still trying to fight me. The look of terror in her eyes already had my cock hard. I’m such a fucking monster. I stripped down to my boxers and got my knife. She was immobilized and still trying to fight. I had even strapped her neck and head down and she was trying to fight me. I couldn’t remember ever seeing her this scared and I couldn’t ever remember being so turned on by her fear.

I took my knife and began cutting her clothing i
nto shreds. She jumped as I tore into it with my hands, throwing it to the side. I ran the tip of the knife down her collar bone as I spoke, “You shouldn’t be moving—you could get cut.”

Right when I said the word cut, I nicked her skin and licked a drop of blood from it. “I told you so
, but as usual you didn’t listen.” I spit hissed in her face, “I can assure that after tonight you will though. I held the knife to her throat, “If you were anyone else I would kill you.”

Her whimpers begging me for mercy were making my cock throb. I couldn’t remember a time that I wasn’t kinky—and I couldn’t remember a time that a woman brought out the full extent of my kink before her.
I kept the knife at her throat and looked up through hooded eyes, “You have a choice: the whip or a cane?” She shocked me when she answered, “Whatever pleases you.”

When had she become the woman who enjoyed the vile things that I did to her—when had she become my sex slave?

I nuzzled in her hair and growled, “Such a good girl.” I made my way over to the cabinet and was humored by the way that she tried to follow me with her peripheral vision. I came back standing in front of her and held the cane bending it in my hands for emphasis as I facetiously eyed her and spoke. “I’m not going to lie to you—this is going to hurt like a bitch. You will learn a lesson about obeying me after tonight I can assure you of that.”

Lady

I heard the whiz of the cane flying through the air right before the white lightning pain shot through my body.

“I left you turned around so I could see your face in pain and agony, Leila.
Over and over the cane struck the tops of my thighs but always in a different place. I cried and sobbed until finally I gave into the pain that had now become a concoction of adrenaline, endorphins, and dopamine. I heard him throw the cane to the side and I fell into his arms as he released me carrying me to the bed.

When had I become the woman who enjoyed the agony that this man put me through?

Akmal

I peeled her sweat soaked porcelain body off of me and gently laid her on the bed. I gently bent her knees and licked over her slit. “So wet—you are soaked girl. When did you discover that you enjoyed the things that I do to you, Leila?”

I didn’t expect an answer
; she was too out of it. I went back to tasting her sweet musky essence and pushed two fingers into her pulling them back towards myself. Suddenly she came alive as if an electricity surge had coursed through her. Screams of ecstasy bounced from the dungeon room walls as she climaxed. I made my way up mounting her as I pinned her to the pillow by her hair. I ground down into her as I whispered threats into her ear. “You will never escape me. I can’t let you go, you’re a drug that I crave—a habit that I could never kick. You’re staying here with me Leila, your place is here with me now.”

Tiny little weak whimpers spurred me on as my thrusts became more rapid and demanding. It didn’t matter how many ways I took her, I couldn’t get enough. She was what I would never become: captive-sated…

          
 
Akmal sat at the head of the table and addressed the high ranking American military officials.

“When I attended Warsaw Military University it was because I had one desire, and that was to save the lives of our American military service men and women.”

Akmal had spent his life in military service—he bled red, white, and blue. He had spent much of his life developing and bettering technology which enabled the Military to detect land mines. Countless of lives had been saved due to Akmal’s love and commitment of and for the United States Military.

He glanced down at his wrist band that flashed red and had to stifle a chuckle. His little American captive was at it again—nosing around where she had no business.

Her last episode had enabled him to keep her on house arrest under his supervision. It had worked out quite well for him when she breached security. Evidently she was due a trip to the dungeon. Akmal had noted that she would do things to purposely get in trouble. The games that they played and the trips to his dungeon kept his little captive just where he wanted her to be mentally and emotionally—Captive-Sated…

The End for now…

This is a story of dark, twisted love. This reading material is recommended for audiences of 18+*

Because some women don't want red roses and wine, they need black roses and knives.

Charles is a man who was born into wealth and power. Mix in his copper colored hair and tan fit body and you have the makings of a real playboy.
 

Charles
 could have any woman that he wanted; except for FBI consultant Rene.
Having an obsession with Rene wouldn't be such a problem if it weren't for the fact that
Charles is a serial killer. (Think Dexter)
If you like Dexter, then you're going to love the character of Charles Wentworth 3rd.
Before it's over you are going to be wondering not only how did Rene bond with a serial
killer; but how did you bond with a serial killer...This is a dark erotic tale
that will pull you in and have you wondering why and how Charles Wentworth 3rd
found redemption in your eyes...

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